Chess Board Poem by hemu gupta
Chess Board
When i kmow nothing about this world their language or life,
why they don't free me by taking my life,
making me dice they are playing their games,
my words i feel become their slave,
why i feel they used to prove me insane after proving sane,
why i feel they used to prove me bad after proving good,
are they not what they prove me, or all this is fiction and nothing.
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5/12/2024 12:34:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Good writing, Hemu!